Simon x Wilhem Oneshots 👑💕

Linda

This is based on the fact that I think Linda would treat Wille as one of her own children

Wilhems POV:
I sat at my desk typing random letters on my laptop. I was attempting to make my presentation that was due on Monday. I couldn't do it. The image of me messing up when I stood in front of everyone flashed through my head so often I couldn't concentrate. Slamming the laptop shut, I grabbed my jacket and left.

Soon, I subconsciously ended up knocking on Simons door.
"Wilhem, Simon isn't in but you can come in," Sara says opening the door. I thank her and wander aimlessly around the house, tears pricking in my eyes because the anxiety didn't get any better, it only gets better with Simon.

"Wilhem?" Linda asks walking over to me with a concerned look on her face. She seemed genuinely concerned for me. I tried to nod and swallow the lump that was building in my throat. I felt like I couldn't breathe. The tears just started falling uncontrollably.
"Oh Wilhem!" She says walking over to me with outstretched arms. I just fall into her chest and hug my arms around her neck. She holds me gently as I cry into her arms.
"Thank you," I say, but I don't make any effort to pull away.
"Do you want to tell me what's wrong? Or do you want to just wait for Simon to get home?" She whispered into my hair and I gently nodded and pulled away.
"I have a school presentation and I just stressed myself out about it," I say, slightly embarrassed. However, it felt good to tell someone.
"Aww, can I help in any way?" She asked, "can I get you some water or something to eat?"
"Water would be great thanks!" I stated quietly.
"Please, sit down!" She tells me and I obliged, I sat watching her make me a glass of water.
"What time should Simon be home?" I ask, looking down at my nails, which I was trying so hard not to bite to calm myself.
"About 10 I think," she says walking over to me with a glass and handing it to me, "here you are."
"Thank you," I sip the drink before placing it on the table beside me.
"Have you got your presentation on your phone?" She asked me, and I simply nodded and brought it up.
"Ah, I know this book!" She says reading through the basics I have, "what's troubling you?" I take a breath, contemplating whether to tell her what I'm feeling. Somehow, I feel as if I can trust her and she can help me. I feel like I can trust her. I feel as if she's there for me.
"I'm, um" I try to find the right words to say, "afraid to speak in front of everyone."
"Why's that?" She was genuinely concerned, she really wanted to help, I could tell.
"I don't know, I mean, I've made speeches to the whole nation, but I've hated those too...I just," she places her hand gently over mine as an attempt to calm me, which helps a lot.
"You don't need to worry, all of your classmates are rooting for you, they don't want you to fail, and besides, Simons in your English isn't he? So he'll be there for you!" I smiled for the first time in what felt like forever.
"Thank you, Linda." I say standing and giving her another hug. Her hugs are so comforting, I see where Simon gets it from. I feel so safe in their arms. Theirs and Erik's was the only place I felt safe. I wish I could talk to him in times like this, he'd tell me what to do.
"I wish Erik was here sometimes...when I get like this," I tell her.
"I understand, but I'll always help you if you need someone, for advice and what not," she lets me know, once again into my hair from the side of my face, as I'm taller than her.
"I'm going to go wait for Simon in his room, if that's okay?" I ask, and she nods so I head through. I don't have much to do so I look at the fish (Olle, Oski and Felle) before switching on his tv and watching whatever first came on.

A while later, I heard Linda say hello to Simon and tell him I was here. Then, I could hear them having a quiet conversation and soon, Simon burst in the room.
"Hey, how are you?" He asked, putting on a relaxed act.
"I'm okay," I lie. I'm better than I was, but not perfect. He walks over to me and climbs onto the bed, his back to the wall.
"You sure?" He asks running his thumb along my cheek. I nod slowly but collapse my head into his chest, "oh, my Wille!" He says, running his fingers through my hair, gently massaging my scalp.
"I'm okay, just tired, your mum helped me." By saying this, he knows I know that Linda had told him why I came round.
"Yeah, she told me you were feeling a bit nervous, a bit down?" He says, a statement but he used it to ask whether that was how I was feeling.
"I just...got in my head," I'm really trying to hold back the tears, I don't want to cry again but Simon makes me feel so safe, so I allow the water to fall from my eyes and onto his knees. He leans down and kisses me all over.
"Can I do anything?" He looks tearful too now.
"Hold me?" I say as I sit up, he nods and wraps his arms around my body. I lean my head on his shoulder and hug him back.
"Are you staying here tonight?" He whispered into my ear gently.
"If I can?"
"Of course you can"
"Can we just...sleep then?"
"Yeah...definitely," he says and I gently push us both down and lift the covers over me, "you wanna be little spoon?" I nod and kiss his nose in appreciation before turning over. He wraps his arms around my waist with love.
"Goodnight, Wille"
"Sleep tight, Simon," I start, and murmur weakly, "I love you"
"I love you," then he cuddles my even tighter and he slowly drifts off. He always ends up falling asleep before me.